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dying young seems like a dream i dont want to wake up im sober in my high in the end it means i cant escape the reality of the situation is crushing i split my hands open and there was nothing there maybe i was holding on to something before this im not the type to remember anyways i was walking next to you but i forgot your face and i still hear your voice as we become faded in each others memories i cant help but become someone new but its still the same me regardless to have love and been loved is to know grief all things come to an end maybe thats why we obsess with the limit even life comes to an end i assume im sad because i still love you my humanity leaves me as i fade to monstrosity i dont feel like myself anymore i look in the mirror the mirror looks at me
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Feb 7, 2024
Feb 7, 2024 at 6:58 PM UTC
a life worth living
dying young seems like a dream i dont want to wake up im sober in my high in the end it means i cant escape the reality of the situation is crushing i split my hands open and there was nothing there maybe i was holding on to something before this im not the type to remember anyways i was walking next to you but i forgot your face and i still hear your voice as we become faded in each others memories i cant help but become someone new but its still the same me regardless to have love and been loved is to know grief all things come to an end maybe thats why we obsess with the limit even life comes to an end i assume im sad because i still love you my humanity leaves me as i fade to monstrosity i dont feel like myself anymore i look in the mirror the mirror looks at me
i love you more than you know
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Feb 7, 2024
Feb 7, 2024 at 6:58 PM UTC
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